HALFWAY THERE
Jacquard Inkjet Print
2026

The currency of migration changes its rates every hour, and immersion into a new cultural etiquette is exhausting. Yet, when I stare at the albums from my childhood, I remember what I owe that girl from Tehran. The pensive longing in her grainy image seems to be an antidote to the flood of cortisol clouding my memory these past few years.

I have an impulse to reprint her large and bright, but a flat paper surface wouldn't quite tell her story. The warm expressiveness and decorative seduction of fabric, something stunted by the culture in which I was raised, is perhaps the only fitting substrate. In that girl's experience, fabric was a tool to comfort the fragile minds of those who practice misogyny, veiling women and shrouding windows. Now unencumbered, what shape can it take? What tool could it serve a capable young Mahsa?